Ma chère Anna...
I want to tell you how much your writing means to me but I do not have enough words to express my feelings. Every time reading one of your stories I am filled with gentle sadness, tristesse tendre. You make me want to cry (and I do) or smile appreciatively (and I do, too). You make me want to learn more about the people you write about because they are real, I know they are, at least for you and me. You make me want to learn things about the world because you know so much and I know so little and understand even less, but you make me want to be better. And you make me want to love this life with all the force that I can possibly muster.
I wish more people read your writing because it is stunning, and raw, and honest, and tender, and gut-wrenching (there is a Russian word "пронзительный", which I can't quite find an English equivalent for and which explains my feelings much better but I am afraid you will have to be stuck with its ugly English cousin). I wish you got all the praise and admiration that you deserve and then some. Regardless, however, you will always have a special place in this tired heart of mine.
Cordialement,
Your faithful fan.